Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery.
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I will confess I love this cultured hell that tests … Continue reading →
“America” appears in Allen Ginsberg’s first collection Howl and Other Poems (1956). Much of the poem consists of various accusations against the United States, its government, and its citizens. Ginsberg … Continue reading →